Equipment Printing School Mage

Is a conflict of this level enough to make these golden elves take such blatant action, even involving innocent people?

Then, according to Emiya's moral standards——

He doesn't care which camp Avandor belongs to, these elves deserve to die!

However, he still needs to preserve the evidence.

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Meanwhile, the communication between Fillerisel and Rainbow suddenly became smooth. After several minutes of rambling, Fillerisel frowned.

Strangely, this inefficient communication suddenly ended without any warning. Rainbow's terrified voice suddenly began to convey information that could be understood by others.

So, after almost asking a few times, Phileresel came to the enchanter's side - the only problem was that there was no one beside her.

"Where are the other three? You just said they were with you."

Faced with the questioning, the frightened Rainbow sobbed a few times and burst into tears: "They...they were..."

"They were captured!"

"Tell me clearly, by whom? How did you survive?"

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"I thought I was just going through the motions." Tyke sighed, "Why do things go so wrong everywhere I go?"

The Moon Goddess and the Goddess of Magic, who lived and ate with the Goddess of Fate, were originally a little anxious - the treatment they received in Avandor was very strange.

You can eat, drink and have fun as much as you want, but if you want the secret of the Moon Blade, you will be turned down.

So, for several days, Corellon could only keep sending messengers to apologize - in other words, the Seldarine pantheon was still arguing fiercely and no results were achieved.

However, this is the truth, but Tikha is not qualified to say so.

Selune and Mystril glared at Tyche with empty eyes at the same time: Miss Tyche, the goddess of fate who accompanied them, should be blamed at least 50% for this experience of falling down when pouring water and getting hit in the face by a pie when opening a window.

Every time the three of them went out, even when Mistral was rarely busy, there would always be endless surprises.

In fact, Selûne and Mystril had no expectation that the elves would hand over the secrets directly.

At this moment, Metatron, who was supposed to be welcoming Emiya and the others, hurriedly teleported to the manor where the three goddesses were temporarily staying and shouted loudly: "My Lord, something terrible has happened!!!"

"Emmya and the others were ambushed in the Wilderness! When Lashriel and I arrived, the attack had just ended!"

"What?!" This was naturally beyond the expectations of the three goddesses.

The short distance from the Golden Palace to Avandor was practically a garden path between two divine kingdoms—how could one be ambushed in such a place?!

Who is so crazy?!

Misriel pushed open the door and said anxiously, "Tell me exactly what happened! Are Emiya and his group injured? Have the attackers been caught?"

"No. They're safe and sound. The problem is the identity of the attackers!" Metatron said anxiously. "The attackers are the four elf craftsmen who participated in the gambling!"

"..." Selûne, who had close ties with the elven pantheon, turned her head away speechlessly. "...Gold elves. I had held out a glimmer of hope—this was a bet made under the watchful eyes of dozens of gods, so they should have held back a bit...!"

"I'm glad that Emiya is okay. Let them come to see me..." After Misriel breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes rolled around and suddenly lit up. He jumped up and hugged Tikha and gave him a kiss.

This kind of enlightenment, where you search everywhere for something but never find it, and then finally find something that is a blessing in disguise, is part of daily life when traveling with Tikka!

As for why they always encounter obstacles, nothing goes well for them, and where the evil comes from... well, don't worry about it!

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Out of nowhere, the deadline has exploded again, and I'm stuck in a tug-of-war with my teaching assistant. This will be the last time the deadline has exploded this month, and updates will be relatively stable for a long time to come. I'm very sorry! Updates will resume on the 10th.

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The Mystery of Fifty-Four Months (I) Putting the Blame on Someone Else

The three goddesses of Mystril were received with extremely high standards - even though they were theoretically only staying here temporarily, they lived in the highest-standard palace complex among the gods of Avandor.

The previous owners of this place were the three elven goddesses who lived here before the birth of the God Queen Angrith. Now Angrith has long been Corellon's spouse, so naturally she lives with Corellon - but because of her noble status, the three palaces that theoretically belong to her are still maintained in the most perfect state.

Now, these three palaces are loaned to Mystril and his party—

However, elves are known for their courtesy. Unfortunately, courtesy doesn't necessarily equate to good intentions.

At first, the elven gods came to visit, but after the real purpose of Mistrel and his party's visit was revealed, the place suddenly became deserted.

The ecology of the Seldarine pantheon is quite delicate - Corellon certainly actually possesses the highest authority and voice, but the God-King rarely uses this right, so Arvandor is quite lively: most gods have their own opinions, and it is common for them to argue with each other.

——Unfortunately, this group of gods are not without common interests.

No elven god would agree to hand over the secret of the Moon Blade - even Corellon himself felt pained by this, but he would keep his word.

The moon elf gods do not want their secrets to be known to others.

The gods of other subspecies have long coveted the Moon Blade, but for years they have been kept at bay by Corellon. Now, a group of outsiders are able to take away the secret of the Moon Blade. Why?!

Thus, the Three Goddesses succeeded in uniting the—not quite disunited, but still noisy—Seldarine.

"Mystril, I expected this." Selûne didn't seem angry at the way she was treated. Instead, she looked a little annoyed. "—You're asking for too much."

"Then I also want advanced magic, and it's even more impossible for Corellon to give it to me." Misriel was floating around in the living room without any manners at this moment.

"You want everything, but things in this world don't always go as planned—even if you're a god." The Moon Goddess was the calmest and kindest of the three goddesses, and she always spoke and acted in this way. "You must be prepared to return empty-handed."

Even if the Seldarine pantheon really did default on its debt in the end, the three of them couldn't really fight each other in Avandor over such a thing, so they could only accept the loss.

"Just waiting won't lead to any results." Tikka was already eager to try. "Have you thought of a plan?"

"I have a plan." Mithril said seriously, "The problem is, he hasn't arrived in Avandor yet. I estimate he will arrive in the next few days."

At this moment, Metatron, the Seraph, broke into the palace and reported the bad news that Emilia and her group had been ambushed.

This news even surprised the three goddesses. Could someone so audacious exist in the multiverse? This bet involved dozens of gods. Who could be so ruthless as to dare to pull such a tactic?

Even Mistral herself doesn't dare!

But that's only one aspect.

Mithril kissed Tikka fiercely, jumped off the goddess of fate, and cheered, "Isn't this a turning point? Where are Meta, Emiya, and the others?"

"They have reached Arvandor. Lashriel is protecting them."

Misriel paused, the smile on his face suddenly disappearing: "...Then we'd better get there immediately."

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Emiya and his party were eventually brought into Arvandor by Lashriel, the Seraph of Corellon.

At this moment, Emilia was somewhat hoping that someone was still foolish enough to continue the attack at this time.

Attacking the guests protected by the Seraphim at the gate of Avandor... Let alone who could do this, this was undoubtedly a provocation to the entire Seldarine pantheon.

Even though the pantheon was not a tight-knit one, its members' cultures diverging widely—as were the myriad elven subraces that worshipped them—no Seldarine pantheon could tolerate such a provocation.

Unfortunately, the only high elf who escaped is not here.

Emiya found the three elves through the magic web, or the connection of ascension. He could only guess that the rainbow was likely beside them, but unfortunately, the perception brought by the silver fire was different from that of the naked eye - he ultimately couldn't capture the rainbow with his sword world.

Sword World. This was the name he gave to his newest… spell? Psionics? Spell-like? Supernatural ability? Whatever it was, it was a new power.

Judging from the final result, it is probably the final evolved form of the two-pronged weapon - but Emiya estimated that he might not be able to use this power in the material plane, or at least it would be greatly reduced.

The outer planes, especially worlds like the Wilderness and Joseph's Garden, all have one common characteristic - on the one hand, they are corridors shared by countless divine kingdoms, and are a wonderful world between pure spirit and matter, with many wonderful qualities that are unimaginable in the material plane.

On the other hand, they are purely neutral worlds that are completely free from jurisdiction and control.

But Feren is different.

The earth goddess, Chauntia, is said to be the planet Toril itself.

On Shantia's body, he tried to use his spirit to corrode and transform the divine body...

A very bold choice.

At least Emilia didn't dare.

At present, Yin and Chauntia's friendship is probably far less deep than that with Selune and Tyche. Amya's connections are probably not enough to compensate for such an offense.

However...if nothing unexpected happens, he will still have enemies to fight in the outer planes in the future.

However, when Emilia saw the elven Seraph Filleresel swooping down, he couldn't help but sigh.

He knew it wasn't that simple.

Lashriel, who was standing in front of them, was not happy to see his sister. Instead, he shouted in dissatisfaction: "Filaresel! Where have you been? Shouldn't you be waiting in front of the gate of Avandor?!"

The plan was so meticulous that the three Seraphim Gods personally welcomed him - this was the highest honor and the highest grace.

As a result, when the guests finally arrived, there was no one to protect them when they were attacked, and the three Seraphim God servants arrived late after the battle... Such a stupid scene was definitely not a disgrace to mortals.

However, this scene actually happened!

A distinguished guest arrives in Arvandor, only to be greeted by attackers!

Damn it, if this news gets out, Afanduo’s reputation will be completely ruined by these brothers and sisters.

Thinking of this, Lashriel became furious: "You'd better have a reasonable reason!"

Even as Lashriel lost his temper, there was no trace of shame on Filleraiel's face...

On the contrary, it was full of murderous intent.

She slowly drew her bow from her back. "Brother, move aside. The man behind you is not a guest of Avandor, but an executioner who wields the knife against the people of Avandor! I will personally bring him to see my Lord!"

"what?"

Lashriel didn't understand the situation at all, but Emiya's eyebrows were already raised: "--Looks like my dear golden elf is going to blame me again."

His tolerance for the golden elves of this era has reached its limit.

"How dare you say that!" Phileresel's cheek twitched slightly. "A rare craftsman in Arvandor has been lost to your jealousy!"

"Wait a minute!" Lashriel frowned and stood between the two groups of people. "What exactly happened?"

"Rainbow, Lightsong, Leaf Veins, and Star Furnace." Filleracel didn't act like a riddler at this moment. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Four craftsmen left Asgard a few days ago and have been missing ever since. There's no news of them. I left temporarily just to find them."

Her voice choked slightly. "By the time I finally found Miss Rainbow after all my efforts, only one of the four was left!"

"I know." This was the only point that made Lashriel frown. "I've confirmed it—the three of them controlled the Wild Hunt to attack Emmia and her group in Lunya. The evidence is irrefutable. I'm sorry, but Emmia and her group were acting in self-defense."

When Lashriel discovered that the three elves had been pierced by thousands of swords, he was of course very shocked - but Emilia still deliberately left a few Wild Hunt alive.

Just by searching the memory, one can find obvious traces of those sun elves using high-level magic to control people's minds.

"That's because they cheated in the competition first!" Fillerael sneered and glanced at Aimya. "Now, the gods of the Seldarine already know about this—and the three goddesses of Mystril will also arrive. Are you going to flee now?"

Cheating?

Emiya and his group were full of questions.

The most we can say is that they put a lot of thought into their victory, and it wasn't a completely head-on confrontation... but to say they cheated is too ridiculous!

Aimiya shook her head and retorted bluntly, "Before you launch an attack, you should first think about how to explain to His Majesty Odin about those Sun Elves manipulating the Wild Hunt. If His Majesty Corellon hadn't just formed an alliance with His Majesty Odin, this behavior would be enough for His Majesty Odin to personally come and question you, right?!"

When he discovered what the sun elves had done, he was astonished - is there anything in this world that these lunatics would not dare to do?

Now I realize that probably no one does: if you are caught doing this kind of thing, you can still turn the tables!

Filleresel was choked by these words. He put away his weapon and turned around, snorting angrily: "...Follow me!"

The Mystery of the Fifty-Five Moons (Part 2): The Conspiracy of the Gods

Filleresel spread his wings, but Emilia had no intention of following him. "We must first visit our Lord. Now that our Lord is with us in Avandor, we should not act on our own."

The younger twin was clearly in a bad mood and said impatiently, "They've already left!"

Her brother couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stood in front of Emilia and the others and said, "Filerasiel, you're losing your composure! Calm down!"

After being scolded by his brother, Filleresel opened his mouth, covered his face, took a deep breath, and spoke again in a much more neutral tone, "Originally, Avandor was arguing about the spread of the Moon Blade technique. And not long ago, Miss Rainbow reported it to the gods, claiming that you cheated in Asgard and used dishonorable means to win the bet."

Emiya and the others looked at each other.

This group of golden elves left a very bad impression on them - it was expected that they would turn against them.

If there was anything unexpected, it was that she would only start to make trouble after returning to Avando.

Emiya was prepared for them to start acting unreasonably in Asgard.